He searched all over the house. Where had he left his favorite sneakers? He continued to look and slowly, a voice started to sound in his head.
“I am tired of tripping over these shoes,” his father bellowed, “Next time I do, I will nail them to the trees in the back yard.”
His mind raced, “Surely he couldn’t have. I worked all summer mowing lawns to earn the money to buy these sneakers because dad said l had to earn the money myself for expensive sneakers like that. And I did it – I feel like I now fit in. The other kids had actually started to talk to me. No, he couldn’t.”
He ran to the back door, “NO!”
His heart sank. There they were. In anger, he went and got a claw hammer and stomped out the back door. Just as he neared the first shoe, he saw her. She was so small – so pretty – so focused. And then he heard the faint sound of baby birds crying out to be fed. He could not help but marvel at the sense of love and caring this little feathered mother showed for her hungry babies. Back and forth she went until each little mouth was silenced. Then she settled over them – protecting them from the world that they would have to face on their own soon.
And slowly, he thought about how hard his parents have worked to put a roof over the heads of their children, food on the table, clothes on their backs. And he realized how he took it all for granted. Now, when he wanted to be really mad at his dad, he understood the lesson he was trying to teach. With that, he turned and walked away.
He was suddenly encouraged, “Guess I can shovel snow this winter to get some new shoes.”